I remember the days spent working my claim.
With my own two hands, I dug my fortune from the earth.
Then the Anglos took that from me, along with my land and my life.
And so I fell into darkness, only to rise again in Purgatory.
There I found myself beset by monsters and demons in a delirium of otherworldly domains.
While I struggled toward my expiation, an angel joined me and called out words of encouragement with a woman's voice.
She asked me to join her in mortal combat with her adversary, but I chose to follow a second voice that promised me reincarnation and restitution.
And so I woke again in a celestial garden, with a shining gem set in one of my new forearms.
The voice of my deliverer returned then, to guide me to a set of the same magical armor I'd worn in the afterlife.
I knew then my trials weren't over.